#it may not look like it but this was actually meant to be

[bbina]

today has been a total blur

it didn't really occur to you that you'd be quite literally beside your boss at all times through everything. so much that you're flying 10,000 feet in the sky on the way to jeju island for an alleged "work" trip— that wasn't even on his schedule.

as it turns out being the ceo of your own company also meant that he can impulsively take vacations out of his ass. you only found out through kun, on the way to the airport, that this trip was the very reason why your boss was absent during the meeting yesterday with his clients that you had to attend to in his place

now here you were in the beautiful island of jeju, seated at the backseat of a rented bmw convertible while your boss, sunglasses still glued to his face, drives everyone to the hotel accommodation

are you well prepared for the sudden island trip? no. hell, you didn't even bring any swimming clothes. were you expecting to meet future clients and investors that you may or may not have brought a work laptop and formal business attires instead of casual clothes? unfortunately yes

but given that your boss was a man of unpredictability, who actually knows why you were all in jeju

. . .ᝰ.ᐟ

you don't even know why you expected less from your boss. you thought he'd be the type to just settle for a local airbnb but no, chenle pulls up to a sleek resort that resembled greece infrastructures. you probably couldn't even afford one night here if you were being honest

"nice, right?" chenle says, a little smug as he grabs his bags from the trunk. "i've been eyeing this place for awhile now and i only had the chance to go here today"

you can only stare in amazement at how beautiful the place is and the next thing you know the bell boy is now taking everyone's bags and ushering them inside the resort

"want to take a picture? it would last much longer" kun jokes, playfully waving his camera in front of your face, breaking your daze. you shake your head no as you cover your face with your hands

kun laughs and heads inside where chenle was at. he was checking everyone in at the reception desk. by the time you've followed kun, chenle was already holding the keycards to everyone's hotel rooms

"and this is your keycard" chenle hands you the card

"thank you, sir" you say quietly, taking the sleek black card from his hands

"i'll give you 15 minutes to drop off and settle your things in your room then i want you to meet us back here at the lobby" chenle says, reading something on his phone. which what you assume is the itinerary

"anything else i have to bring? like a clipboard, an ipad, or whatever you need?" you ask, taking a mental note where you had placed your work stuff in your luggage

chenle looks up and cocks his head to the side, clearly confused

"don't remind me of work right now. i'm here to have fun" chenle grimaces and you can tell by the way his lips contorts into a deep frown of disgust

your eyebrows twitch at the sight. you almost wanted to tell him then maybe he could've told you beforehand that you were going to go on vacation but instead you just give him a fake smile to show your professionalism

"very well, sir. i'll be on my way" you smile through gritted teeth. you even bowed at him like he was some master you were serving (well you kinda are) before walking away to find your room

when you were out of ear shot, kun chuckles, clearly amused by your dynamics with chenle

"she's always so uptight and professional with you" kun starts

chenle huffs, walking to the opposite direction, "don't care. what's important is that she's good at her job"

kun laughs again, looking at chenle's back that was once rigid with everything going on but it seems like he was starting to fall back and relax

which in his opinion, is definitely a good sign

BUSINESS PROPOSAL ᝰ.ᐟ . . . WHY IS MY BOSS KINDA HOT

✎ . . . things aren't going as planned the way you thought it was going to be. especially the part where you find yourself falling in love with your own boss– which was definitely not part of the agreed proposal.

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[charles-smith-pillow-princess]

"My eyes are up here, Arthur."

Laundry day at camp was always a hassle. Most everyone pitched in, helping with hauling the water and chopping wood and carrying the baskets of damp cotton and wool to the line to be pinned and dried, all under the strict direction of Miss Grinshaw. 

It was a warm spring day at Horseshoe Overlook, and the strong sunshine mixed with the warm breeze promised that even the heavy woolens would be dry by nightfall. 

Usually Arthur didn’t mind laundry day, much. He was no stranger to chores, and he found the chatter and hussle of his patchwork family working in tandem relaxing, for all that it was mixed with the usual sniping and spats. 

Today, though, Arthur thought he may just be ready to kill Karen Jones. 

Not for her and Sean’s cat-in-heat caterwauling keeping him up until the small hours of the night, or even her occasional drunken tirade. 

No, Arthur thought, fuming as he tripped over an upturned root, nearly losing a pile of clean, wet clothes to the dirt for the fourth time that day. Not for nothin’ so harmless as that.

Charles Smith, tall and strong and cursedly, delightfully, distractingly shirtless, lunged forward to steady Arthur by the shoulder, his bucket of water sloshing against the bronze, bare skin of his ridiculously pretty chest. 

Gonna have ta shoot her, Arthur thought, resigned, eyes drawn to a bead of water that made its way down the broad muscles of Charles’ pecs. The damn thing glistened, mocking Arthur’s dry mouth and wandering eyes and his fool heart.

Karen had sloshed coffee down Charles’ back earlier that morning. It being laundry day, the other man had casually whipped off his shirt—it’d been his last clean one—and thrown it onto the pile. 

Which meant Arthur had been subjected—tormented—by the sight of the most beautiful man he’d ever met hauling stacks of wood and heavy buckets of water easily around the camp ground. 

Shirtless. Bare chested. 

Tits out, modestly preserved only by the ever-shifting mass of his shiny raven hair, which served more to taunt and tease than to actually cover the proud peak of his brown nipples with any sort of modesty. 

Arthur’s mouth hadn’t been this dry since they left New Austin, and he hadn’t stumbled this much since he and Lenny made fools of themselves during a drunken spree in Valentine.

“You okay there, Arthur?” Charles asked, low and concerned. His pecs moved as he breathed, droplets caught in his sparse chest hair glittering in the sunlight. 

“M’fine,” Arthur mumbled, transfixed, as that bead of water trickled down the generous curve of Charles’s breast, rolling its shining trail down his sternum. He felt his cheeks warm as the evil thing slowed to a tortuous crawl, creeping in trembling centimeters over the soft round of Charles’ belly.

Drawn and quartered, Arthur decided, chewing his lip absently as he adjusted the load of laundry in his arms. He loved Karen like a sister, but there was simply nothing else for it. 

“Uh, Arthur?” 

Arthur hummed, breath catching in his chest as the bead of water was caught, glimmering like a gem, in the short curling hairs of Charles’ treasure trail. 

Charles’ warm, big palm tightened on Arthur’s shoulder, jostling him. “Arthur!”

Arthur startled, nearly dropping the laundry as he blinked away, dragging his gaze from Charles’ navel to the slightly less indecent target of those perfect tits. “What?” 

Charles sighed, his breath stirring Arthur’s bangs. It occurred to Arthur that they’d been standing close an awfully long while, and that the camp had gone awfully quiet. 

Charles tugged Arthur’s shoulder again. "My eyes are up here, Arthur."

Mortified, Arthur stepped back, snapping his attention to the other pair of beautiful brown eyes before him. The ones on Charles’ face, rather than his chest. 

“Sorry,” Arthur said, ears burning. “Must’ve got lost there for a second.” 

Charles smiled, clearly amused. It was a good look on him, raising that often furrowed brow, showing off the dimples (dimples! Arthur despaired. God-damned dimples!) of his cheeks.

Arthur strongly refused to think about just what he’d be willing to do see it again.

“Lost, huh?” Charles teased, releasing Arthur’s shoulder with a pat. “You need some water?” 

Arthur cleared his throat, shifting his pile. Furiously fought the urge to ask if he could lick his drink off the smooth planes of Charles’ chest.

“All good,” he managed, only a little hoarse. “Sorry to bother ya.”

Charles shook his head, pretty canines flashing as that soft smile stretched into a grin. “Not at all,” he said, picking his water bucket back up. “Take care, now.” 

Arthur nodded, leaving a careful buffer between himself and Charles as he stepped off towards the laundry line, fully intent on using one of the thin cotton ropes to hang himself. 

“Oh, and Arthur?” Warm fingers brushed Arthur’s forearm as he passed. Arthur froze, deerlike, turning his head to regard the other man from under the brim of his hat. 

Charles’ eyes crinkled above the blinding smile. 

“Let me know if you need to break out that sketchbook of yours later,” he teased. “Might last you longer.” 

With that, Charles went back to work, hauling the heavy buckets, casual as anything, completely oblivious to Arthur’s thundering heart. 

I’ll just tie her to the train tracks, Arthur decided, turning to stomp over to where Karen Jones waited by the laundry line, bent double in fits of laughter alongside Tilly. 

With luck, the train would hit him, too.

[thelouisfanclub]

I see a lot of conclave fans coming up on my dash who understandably may not know much about the Catholic Church, specifically how gay (and simultaneously homophobic ofc) it is, especially in the upper echelons.

Like… there is an aspect of “forbidden love” or whatever but like. If a bishop is in a gay relationship and slips up it’s definitely not a career ending moment. They just gaslight and say things like “I meant to send that text to my sister” (Cardinal Tobin is a meme for this) or just not comment at all re the gay orgy they were supposedly spotted at. Never apologize never explain.

This is to the point that when Pope Francis used the “f word” like twice in the same week addressing bishops at a conference, some media reported it (understandably) with offense but like… he was 100% using it in a joking way to a room he knows is over half gay men. So many of them have “secretaries” and “assistants” that they live with and nobody really says anything about. C’est normal.

Of course - there has to be a very thin veneer of plausible deniability. Like the thinnest of thin “we’re just close friends” “they were roommates” etc and literally everyone will act like they believe you with no questions asked. If they don’t it’s a private matter, and people who rave about the “lavender mafia” or whatever are generally looked askance at by ordinary Catholics for spreading gossip.

Not saying these people don’t wrestle with their conscience, no doubt many do,.. but I feel like if any of those cardinals actually wanted to be in a relationship the main thing standing in their way would be distance/scheduling and not the fact that they are cardinals 😂

[bullet-prooflove]

Feral Bitches: Dom Pascal x Reader

Tagging: @kmc1989 @buckysteveloki-me @emma-dawson @noxytopy @toasted-stiletto

Companion piece to:

Miami - Dom reflects on what brought the two of you back to Chicago.

Slutty - You remind Dom that he has a wife to come home to.

Masochist - Dom proves himself to be a masochist when it comes to work.

Handcuffs (NSFW) - Dom earns your forgiveness the only way he knows how.

Resting Bitch Face - You discover Dom's been keeping secrets about Bishop.

Shady - Dom goes to great lengths to protect you.

The problem with not attending formal events is that some of the assholes you work with forget you have a husband or rather they don’t give a shit.  You may wear Dom’s ring, have his picture on your desk but he’s not a reality to them unless he’s standing beside you, with his hand on your hip, reminding them exactly who you belong with.

Women make up 11% of executive ranks in the CPD, that’s the rank of Captain and above and Dom, he’s hella proud of you for being one of them but it isn’t lost on him how much of a boy’s club it is.

“I thought we’d get to see you in a dress tonight Pascal, in fact I was quite looking forward to it.” Captain Trussoni remarks, sipping from a glass of top shelf whiskey as he studies the jumpsuit you’re wearing. It’s an olive green affair that clings to you beautifully, conservative yet stylish. Dom’s barely been able to keep his hands off you all night partially because of how stunning you look but mostly due to the fact you’re getting eye fucked at every turn by the men who are supposed to be your colleagues.

“If I were you I’d worry less about what I’m wearing and more about your COMSTAT figures, they drop any lower and they’ll be looking to replace you with someone who actually knows what they’re doing.” You tell Trussoni, making direct eye contact.

Vehicle Crimes are typically a man’s world in the CPD, they don’t like being shown up by a woman and that’s exactly what you’ve been doing since you took the position in the Major Accident Investigation Unit. You’ve consulted on half a dozen luxury car theft cases including an FBI task force in the past few months. You’re making waves and running circles around the guy actually in charge of that division.

Captain Vito Trussoni.

“You should keep a muzzle on her.” Trussoni snaps, tilting his head towards Dom. “That’s what you’re supposed to do with feral bitches.”

It’s your laugh that stops him from beating the shit out of Trussoni, that disparaging sound that could shrink a man’s balls from ten feet away.

“The thing about feral bitches.” You say, stepping up into Trussoni’s personal space, daring him to lay a hand on you. “We tear apart anything in our path to get what we want, and I want your job Trussoni and they're going to give it to me because you’re fucking terrible at it.”

Trussoni turns apoplectic, the muscles in his right arm cording as his fist clenches. He bares his teeth, shifting his weight and Dom captures his arm just before he draws it back to throw that punch.

“You lay one hand on my wife and I will burn your fucking house down with you in it.” He snarls.

Trussoni must see the ferociousness in his eyes because he steps back, tearing his arm away from Dom’s grasp.

“I meant what I said.” Trussoni spits, jabbing his finger at you. “Put a fucking muzzle on her before someone else does.”

“I’d like to see them fucking try.” Dom responds, planting a palm on the other man’s chest and shoving him away. “Now get out of my face, I’ve got much more important shit to be doing.”

Trussoni backs off, retreating to the bar and Dom turns to face you with that look in his eyes, the one that’s a little crazy, a little wild.

“Go make your excuses.” He whispers into your ear as he leans in close. You can feel the weight of him pressing against you, hard, heavy, wanting. “We’re going home so I can give you a proper fucking for putting that asshole in his place.”

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[coconutbramblesprite]

Wheel of time season 3 x08 spoilers and thought discussion as a book reader. (Positive and discussion of the other understandable discourse)

Firstly what an episode! So much squeezed into 71 minutes! What a beautiful way to show the channeling in this finale- and the scene at the end is so poignant and fascinating with the rain on Alcair Dal. The blackened Saidiin taking over Rand's weaves is gorgeous.

I especially love the lanfear interference in this episode, finally seeing the jealous, vengeful creature under the skin is such a fascinating thing- the black channelling is gorgeously inky and eldritch like. And her acceptance of having to Kill Rand now he is no longer useful, like a switch flipped was chilling. Though I'd be interested to see how they spin her neck injury, she couldn't heal it alone it seems, and did manage to escape (to what looks like tanchico) so we have a few options here.

Either she manages to heal the wound in some fashion, or heals it with the help of another forsaken, maybe Rahvin?

Or, Perhaps another forsaken steps in to finish the job (likely Moghedien in the show as we see what she did to Sammael and got a clip of her looking up as though she had seen something hefty fall) and we see her reborn as Cydane in a later season. It would be a fascinating dynamic.

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As for the other events;

I deeply understand how frustrating it is for Siuan to go out this way in the show. Some people may see this as an unnecessary death and view it as a bash on queer POC characters in general. (Which is most commonly seen in fantasy media compared to white queer characters) It is understandable to see it in that fashion, it was unexpectedly bloody and abrupt and likely not what anyone was expecting (even me) and this post isn't meant to come across as invalidating that. The death does have an edge of tastelessness in its brutality and I agree it could have been shown differently- It's clear it's designed to be a shocking Shot to raise the stakes and there is something to be said about the use of Black character death as "motivation" for others in western media in general.

That being said, in the context of the story there is something good in the fact that there isn't going to be a Humiliation/servant arc for Siuan, which is mostly how her post-stilling was in the books. It was a long, drawn out humiliation (in my opinion) and gradually the storyline for her did decline, even if she was incredibly resilient and fighting for the light until the start of the last battle. And even then, she is still killed. The books are still tragedies at heart and it's a notable and consistent plot point that not a lot of these characters will survive it.

Not to mention the actual logistics of running physical time schedules of Sophie Okonedo herself in filming and reshooting scenes when needed to play a side character in a series with many many other characters and very little time.

They could go a number of ways with Salidar, in my opinion they will likely use Leane Sedai as the stand-in for Siuan in teaching Egwene.

HOWEVER, as Rafe has said in a recent Q+A, there is a possibility we will see Siuan again in the show if it is renewed, they have established on screen the use of Balefire and it's time returning properties, (and they seem to be following as it is in the books) it would take only one death to return her in the grand scheme of things. Even if she would be returned post stilling.

[lestapiastrisgirl]

Just a random thought, but will they try to learn each others languages.

Max and Charles already know english, but if they randomly start speaking in australian slang(i think that is the words, not sure). Like thong instead of flip flops.

Maybe oscar overhears max on the phone ones and tey to learn some words he hears max say sometimes. And then come to the conclusion he had learnt a german word instead of dutch and max is just laughing

Or french because Charles likes to use nicknames and he looks up what they all mean and says them back.

I just saw that video of oscar trying to respond in french to the reporter, so that is why this is on my mind

Have a good day🩵

Okay I always saw that video and Osc is sooo adorable!

I’m in LOVE with this concept, but let’s approach it from a slightly different angle.

~

Oscar had been preparing his little speech for a while now. It wasn’t a proposal, per se, but it sure as hell felt like one.

Planning to tell the two people you loved more that anything that they were it for you, felt pretty damn close to what wedding vows were always attempting to capture.

So, no, he wasn’t proposing.

He was declaring.

Max and Charles were his end all, be all.

He needed to make sure they knew that. Make sure they understood that their age difference didn’t matter, that the world outside of Red Bull, Ferrari, and McLaren (oops, spoilers!) meant nothing to him without the two of them by his side. That their lifestyle choices and business dealings will never overshadow what the three of them meant to one another.

Rehearsing what he was going to say he been more challenging that he would have expected. He was rarely alone. If he left the apartment, it was usually with Max. When he was home, Charles was attached at his hip. The lack of space was never suffocating though.

Quite the opposite actually.

He had always craved this closeness, desired a connection with someone the way he had with Max and Charles now. His loner status wasn't a choice. It never had been. Maybe his mistake had been spilling that to Charles one night when he thought their words were being swallowed up my the traffic noise just outside the open window. Or it could've been when Max caught Oscar staring longingly at him and Charles curled up on the couch together without him. That had been the first and only time he hadn't been invited to sit between them during movie night.

"Vous l'étez pour moi." (You are it for me.)

The French had been the easier part.

Oscar had found himself picking up phrases here and there from Charles. It was the native language of their home country after all. He had grown up around French. It rolled off the tongue easily. "Merde" in frustration, a sleepy "bonjour" in the morning. "Merci" fell from his lips more often than "thank you" nowadays.

Dutch had been a different story entirely.

He wasn't even sure that the language had actually been invented by humans. Oscar's mouth may have been skilled at many things, but forming the shape for the sounds of the Dutch language to come out correctly was not one of them. It took days. Weeks. His pronunciation was still rubbish though. He just hoped Max wouldn't laugh at him.

He needed each of them to know. To know in their own languages. To know he was here, that he was committed to them. That their love traversed time and space, language barriers and all. Oscar was determined.

Tonight over dinner, he would let them know. He would make sure they knew.

"Ik zal de rest van mijn leven van jullie twee houden." (I will love the two of you for the rest of my life.)

~

OKAY SO THIS MAY MAKE IT INTO THE STORY. THANK YOU.

[palaceofpassion]

What if Elm goes looking for Jaune and meets his team? She already met Weiss, but not the other three. How would that go?

"You!"

"Me?" Elm hadn't meant to run into Jaune's team? Could she even call it that? Maybe the girls he was baby sitting was a better term. "Hello Ms. Schnee, may I assist you?"

The incredibly short girl, 'Wow was she always this tiny?' who was currently not wearing her heels and was thus just under 5 feet now, seemed to try to size up the massive woman. "I know why you're here."

"I uh... I'd assume so yes. I'm here to see if Jaune would like to get dinner tonight."

The girl's eye twitched, was she jealous? Is that actually possible?! That was kind of shocking, from everything she'd seen most of the girls seemed ambivalent towards him. Like he was part of the scenery. She made her attention aware of the others, seeing the different expressions. May seemed to not really care, or at least she was good at masking her emotions.

Jess was intrigued, as if taking notes on something. And Nikos? She had a... well she had a conflicted look on her face.

"That! That's it! He's our caretaker, AND we should be the ones who get first dib on eating out with him."

Jess seemed to write that down for some reason.

May sighed, obviously looking slightly embarrassed.

"Ms. Ederne... what Weiss means is, Jaune's been very distracted lately and... he should be concentrating on his work." There was a beat, "But also thank you. He seems happier." Yeah she was definitely conflicted on something, but Elm couldn't pin it. She was oddly hard to read.

Weiss wasn't having it though, she made to say something else. "I understand, but he's off hours around now, isn't he?" Elm knew he had a bit of time to himself before returning to aid during the night.

"Be that as it may, we would like a chance to show our appreciation and-"

Then May chimed in, "Weiss... if you're jealous, why don't we all go out to eat together."

May honestly wasn't really sure HOW she felt for Jaune, but she was from Vacuo and well...

"What? Jealous? Why would I..."

"Weiss... you like him." Jessica chimed in, her notes finishing. She was honestly just writing stuff about human interactions. While she wasn't like May who was simply shy, she WASN'T good with people, generally. Mostly because she couldn't read them, so she was taking notes to try to get a better beat, to help her feel comfortable, surprisingly Jaune's idea. And... it wasn't as ifs he didn't get why Weiss was jealous. Jaune was great! He made her feel comfy, but she wasn't sure those feelings were romantic, and yet she didn't want him to be taken from them.

Pyrrha was sorta mixed, she was only really getting to know Jaune. But he had a duty, and he was great to talk to, but he was happy. So she like May and Jess was kind of on the fence.

"I do... I don't-" Weiss... was being rather tsundere, something she surprisingly wasn't often. And it wasn't like she was mean. If anything, she was fighting with herself, because... she wasn't used to courtship where the other person didn't want something. She tried things with Neptune, and that didn't work out, but of course Jaune was there, and he made her feel better... and... and she was being possessive... she knew that, she did... it just felt good to have someone who cared, genuinely so.

"You know, we could all go on a date with him, if it bothers you that much." Again, May wasn't really sure how relationships and romance went, Vacuo was lawless, and taking another persons man or girl was normal there. BUT so was sharing and what not. Sometimes one girl had a lot of guys, sometimes it was the other way. The first was... far less normal, since there were only a small fraction of men to women on Remnant as it was.

Elm blinked, she wasn't sure HOW SHE felt about that tidbit. "I... don't think so..."

"MAY!"

"Scandelous."

"May, I think that's inappropriate."

Weiss, Jessica, and Pyrrha in that order.

May shrugged, "I mean if it'll stop you from stepping all over the place. Jaune's really cute, but like. If he's happy, he's happy right?" She was normally not this open, but Jaune had helped her settle her shyness a little, and though she didn't know Elm, and she was honestly kind of scary, she did know the other three now, something she knew she wouldn't have without help. So yeah, she got it, "I don't want him to go way either, but its his job, and he'll be here... and youd on't need love to date, do you?" That was a genuine question.

Which got a few strange looks.

"Right. Well, you can all have this conversation. I'm going to head out then." She wasn't sure she liked that train of thought. So she headed out, she knew where he'd be if he wasn't with the girls.

And yet, as all of them left and parted ways in confusion. That inkling of a thought was put in their minds.

[h1biscusgal]

hiii!! this is my first time on tumblr LMAO anyways could you explain how the void feels like? like ive learnt a lot about it (smh i study shifting more than i actually shift😭😭😭) but ive never gone into it yet, also could you explain the hypnogogic state vs the void state because i thought the hypnogogic is the state ur in right before you sleep where your mind and body are both on the verge of sleeping (idk if that makes sense sorry if it doesnt) and void state is your body being asleep but mind being awake but i saw in your posts and some others that the the hypnogogic state is right before the void? so im just confused about that, thank you!!

OF COURSEEEEEEE.

So, the void feels like nothing and everything at once, pure blackness once you enter, no sound, no touch, no breathing felt, nothing, nothing heard, nothing seen, nothing at all, it is usually accompanied by a great feeling of peacefulness since it's your natural state, you'll feel floaty, or spinning when entering, a sucking feeling or a magnetic feel by your face (my personal symptom)

Now, the hypnagogic state:

A state between sleep and wakefulness, imagery here are high and you may see visions and colors dancing in front of your eyelids, it's NOT the void but can be easily used to enter the void through it, it's a dreamy and trippy feeling ngl, your body naturally goes in this state right before sleeping and usually we don't grasp it because our mind usually falls asleep sooner than reaching it, but once aware in this state, it's such a powerful state to enter the void through.

And yes, the HYPNAGOGIC state is right before the void IF YOU MANAGE NOT TO SLEEP.

that's exactly what I meant.

Now the void? It's a state where your consciousness is PURELY detached from reality (hypnagogic state still has your consciousness tethered to this reality, it just makes your mind more vulnerable to obey commands)

It's a state where nothing exists because you are back to the original state of life, it's pure stillness and no matter how much you "look" around, you feel like you're floating and you feel like it's a vacant space of joy and happiness.

Through hypnagogia, you can actually just lay still in that state and wait for every vision and imagery to get out of the way and you'll immediately get in the void naturally on its own, that's how easy it is.

Matter of fact you're giving me ideas to make a post ab entering the hypnagogic state easily 🧍🏻‍♀️

[lavenderdropp]

HOW TO BE A GOOD BOYFRIEND

Characters: Michikatsu Tsugikuni x Female! Reader [slight Muzan x reader under cut]

Synopsis: In which, Michikatsu Tsugikuni tries to be a better boyfriend for her.

[Author's Note] : This is going to be a small fic— a small continuation idea that is taken from one of @echantedtoon ‘s oneshots called 'Presidential Vise' from her book 'Demon Slayer Posts', which I had requested her to write a long time ago. ^^

It may not be well written— I had only decided to write it because I felt like doing so. It's mostly for fun. So please do not criticise.

Also, Michikatsu may seem a bit out of character because in this book he's 18. His personality would be affected by his teenage— he would be acting like a teenager.

Enjoy!

"SCHOOL IS DISMISSED— YOU MAY LEAVE." The announcement followed right after the bell. It was truly a pleasant thing to hear after surviving an entire lecture of history. The dismissal from the school was something that the students always look forward to— and they didn't need to be told twice to leave.

A smile graced your lips as the final bell rang—school was finally over. Good grief, it had felt endless. You were certain that if you'd had to hear one more word about the French Revolution, you might've had a stroke. You quickly gathered your stationery and slid it neatly back into your bag.

Wearing your bag over your shoulders, you made your way out of the classroom. You couldn't wait to get back home and lay down on your soft, comfortable, and warm bed—

"[Name]-san! Would you like to join us? We're going to try the new café near the bus stop!"

Alas, your daydreaming was interrupted by your fellow classmate, Hiroshi Kusukabe. The said raven-haired boy was a bright individual, known for his warm and welcoming attitude—which was truly refreshing, especially when most of the students were too afraid to even talk to you. Truly, a ball of sunshine.

But wait, did he actually just invite you to hang out?

The poor guy must've noticed how lonely you looked and decided to let you to tag along—despite the looks he was getting from his mates. What an angel! You could practically see a halo above his head.

Your face lit up like a Christmas tree. Maybe bed can wait.

Dear God, thank you!

This was too good to be true! You could finally make some friends and—

"I apologise but she won't be joining you. I am walking her home."

Ah, you should've expected that.

A sigh slipped out past your lips upon hearing the oh-so-familiar voice of your boyfriend, as he appeared, seemingly out of nowhere, beside you. There goes your golden opportunity to make some new friends. You felt like breaking down right there.

You looked up, staring blankly at the ceiling.

Dear God, why?

"Oh..well then..excuse—"

Before Hiroshi could even say anything further you were dragged away, quite literally, by Michikatsu Tsugikuni— aka the school vice president of the student body, and also your boyfriend. His hold on your hand was as firm as ever, as he pushed past the other ungraduates to make some room for both of you.

Your boyfriend is known for being an infuriatingly silent, intimidatingly solemn and irritatingly irresponsive individual, whom you couldn't help but relate to a cold winter morning— practically freezing.

He had scary reputation in the school. And you weren't surprised. This guy could be intimidating, especially when he is helping you with your math homework. You'd rather attend those boring lectures of history twenty four hours straight than studying math with him. Too bad, you were neighbours with him— the said aloof teenager lived next door. That meant you would end up doing your homework and study with him, even if you wished not to do so sometimes.

He insists that you should have a study session with him— since you sucked at maths. Don't get me wrong, you do pretty well with other subjects. But it seems like your head stops functioning once it comes to maths.

You remember that one time you pretended to be sick to save yourself from the terrible study session with your tutor of a boyfriend, and he somehow managed to figure out that you were just pretending to be sick.

Well, your cover was blown and let's just say your hands felt like falling apart once he was done with making you solve mathematical problems. Not to mention he bonked your head with a folded newspaper every time you got the wrong answer.

You may consider doing math with your father instead of Michikatsu.

Ever since you moved in here, in this new city, things have not been easy for you— transferring schools, having two guys holding the highest ranks in the student body swooning over you, actually ending up falling for one of them and ended up being girlfriend— which also led to the other students being too frightened to be friends with you.

"Stop glaring draggers at me." That made you roll your eyes at the burgundy haired male. The audacity he had to say that after absolutely destroying your opportunity to finally make some friend without them running away— literally.

You scoffed, which made him look at you, his eyes betraying a hint of annoyance behind the curtain of his spectacles. "Then stop taking the away every single chance I get to make a friend!" you retorted.

He looked away from your stupidly adorable pouting face, fixing his spectacles with his free hand. "You have me." came the murmur from him.

"But that's not enough! I literally have no one else to talk to at school!"

"You have..Yoriichi too."

"Michikatsu..!"

The said vice president ignored you— which made you want to throw your bag at his stupid head. Stopping by the shoe locker, you both slipped out of the school slippers and put on your respective shoes.

You were used to the looks that you were receiving from your peers and underclassmen whenever you and your boyfriend pushed past them. But, nevertheless, it was embarrassing.

"We've talked about pushing past crowd." That earned you no response, much to your frustration. "And holding my books without even asking me—when I'm done with attending my lectures." As you both stepped out of the school grounds, you were immediately greeted by the ever so lively city road.

"Yes, we have." from him was brief.

His lack of response has always bothered you and so has his overprotectiveness. He is too possessive for his own good sometimes. And it made you feel stuck.

You wished the he could be just a little more..open.

But he wasn't. You did not even feel like he was trying to be better. Does he not realise it? Or does it not bother him?

It was definitely the later.

The setting sun drowned the world into the warm hues, and it seemed to bring out your inner conflict as you glanced away from him and stare blankly at the ground beneath your feet. The dying glow of the sun, who was slowly slipping into the deep slumber of night beneath the horizon, seemed to plant a seed of melancholy in your heart.

Step. Step. Step.

Have you made a mistake—

Whoosh!

You stumbled upon your step as the tight grip of Michikatsu's hand, on your yours, pulled you back, saving you from nearly getting hit by a car. A gasp left your throat, eyes wide as you snapped out of it.

"Be careful of where you step." His eyes narrowed, his hold tightening on your hand as you both waited for the signal to go green. "Or would you prefer lying on the hospital for a month?"

"..I-I am sorry."

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The ringing of bell indicated the end of another day of suffering. The classroom was filled with the chatter of ungraduates, who were enthusiastic to go back home. However, this usual bustle felt like a distant hum to you.

Last night, you pondered about Michikatsu.

About you both.

The relationship.

And his attitude, which he was unwilling to change.

It was weighing you down— as if you were chained. Your peers refuse to talk to you out of the fright. You felt so lonely. And Michikatsu too is so closed off, it did not help at all.

It hurts you. You ended up catching feelings for the aloof, solemn and stoic vice president of the Kizuki High. You thought understood you him. You were aware that it's just who he is— very reserved, overly protective, but he cares..right? You were sure that it will get better with time, that it would pass, he'll open up to you eventually, try to understand you and learn to trust you.

But it seems like you were wrong.

No matter how many times you try talking about it, try to make him understand, it seems like you were talking to a wall.

Sliding your bag over your shoulders, you made your way out of your classroom. Perhaps, you should try again—

Bump!

You blinked, startled.

You spaced out again, didn't you?

You were now facing a solid chest, that you had collided into. Dragging your gaze up, you were met with the familiar pair of maroon hues, curtained by spectacles.

"You really need to be more conscious about where you are walking." Came out the murmur from your boyfriend, followed by his hand suddenly gripping yours.

"Hello to you as well." You mumbled, being guided through the hallway by Michikatsu. You matched his pace, falling into the steps beside him. You couldn't help but stare at his profile.

Should you try talking again?

Would it be worth it?

Haven't you tried it again and again multiple times already?

Would—

"You are staring." You looked away from the taller male as his voice snapped you out of your thoughts. Gaze now focused on your feet, you couldn't help but notice that your pace was still not synchronised with his.

You did not notice the burgundy haired male staring at you from the corner of his eyes, his gaze calculative.

"What is bothering you?"

You swallowed a lump down your throat.

You glanced around, meeting the gazes of the students around you. They were there, like usual—intimidated—by him. But today seemed oddly judgmental. Or was it just you?

It was eating away at you. The weight on your chest felt heavier than ever.

You were exhausted. You needed a break.

"Yeah..no, I just feel a bit unwell."

It came out of your mouth hesitantly.

You felt the back of his hand press against your forehead almost suddenly. You couldn't help but blink in question as you lifted your gaze to meet his, which seemed to betray a hint of worry, a slight crease between his eye brows and a frown tugging on his lips.

"You don't seem to be running a fever." He retreated his hand.

You pulled away from him gently, letting your hand fall free from his as you slipped into your shoes by the lockers.

"You can't trick me into believing that you are sick. We are not skipping the study session."

You decided not to reply.

The setting sun's dying rays of the summer evening were the first to kiss your face as you both stepped out of the school building. Yet, they still seemed warm enough. You were never the one to dislike the summers or the harsh lightings of the said seasons. It was quite the opposite actually.

Though, today, it felt like a bother.

Everything did.

Step. Step. Step.

"Michikatsu."

Halt.

As you paused in your tracks, so did he. You lifted your gaze to meet his, glowing dimly under the evening hues. The noise of the world around you faded into a distant hum.

"I..think..I need a break."

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The sound of the entrance door opening and then clicking shut made the woman cooking in the kitchen smile. Ah, there he was. He'd been coming home later than usual. From what Yoriichi had told her, he'd been walking their neighbour's girl home—the one he'd been having study sessions with.

This almost made her chuckle. It was very unlike Michikatsu to spend this much time with someone. She wondered if it was—

"I'm home, Mother."

She made her way out of the kitchen, wiping her hands on the apron tied around her waist. A welcoming smile made its way to her lips, gracing her features.

"Good evening, Mi-chan. How was your day at school—"

"I'll be in my room, Mother."

Akeno watched as her son made his way upstairs. A frown tugged at her features as she stood there, bewildered, wondering what was wrong with her child.

Meanwhile, Michikatsu had reached his room. He shut the door behind him as he entered, then threw his bag onto the nearby chair—uncharacteristically so. Slowly making his way towards his bed, he finally sat down, not bothering to slip out of his uniform yet.

It did not sit well with him.

Where did he go wrong?

Was this actually his fault?

No, it couldn't be—

A sigh slipped past his lips, hand running through his burgundy locks before he took his glasses off. At first, he felt a surge of anger boiling up to the surface— mixed with his conflicted thoughts.

He took a deep breath in, trying to calm himself down. He needed to think clearly.

He exhaled, closing his eyes.

It was his fault indeed.

Michikatsu is aware that he can be difficult at times. This relationship..it was a foreign territory for him.

He remained seated. His mind replaying her words again and again like a broken record.

"You never listen..You don't try to be better—no matter how many times I've tried to talk. You..feel too distant at times and..the other moment you are too protective. No body talks to me. I don't have any friends. They all seem too scared and judgemental towards me. One person finally tried to befriend me and you scared him away as well."

"I try to understand you, always. But I fail— because you are not letting me in...you are not letting me have a say in it and I'm tired."

"I need a break..from us. From you."

Was he too much?

Perhaps so.

What should he do?

Should he try talking?

He opened his eyes.

No. It wasn't the best option. Not right now. He should give her some time.

Yes, she needed it.

Yet, he couldn't help the clawing ache in his chest and the fogginess in his mind. Maroon eyes stared aimlessly into the void before drifting towards his hands.

He closed his eyes shut again.

Was it okay to say that..he missed her already?

No. Shut up. You are not that weak.

Yet, all he could think about was her. Her smile, her voice, her touch—Eyelids opened to reveal the hues of maroon, glowing dimly in the dark room.

He couldn't afford to lose her.

She chose him.

She fell for him.

She..tried to be with him.

And he had to mess it up.

He needed to fix this mess.

Slowly but surely.

But what should he do?

A frown tugged at his lips, a low groan escaping his throat. His usually composed facade slowly slipped away.

He felt frustrated—lost.

With a sigh, he slowly reached towards his phone. Turning it on, he was met with his wallpaper— a pic of him and her. She had insisted to click this picture. And even though he was pretty reluctant to do so, he gave in.

And he didn't regret doing so.

Unlocking the device, he went to a certain application to look for his answers. He tapped on the search bar, then typed in his question.

How to be a good boyfriend?

Numbers of websites opened before him. He decided to click on the first one.

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Showing results..

Key aspects of being a good boyfriend are:

—> Communication:

Honesty, open dialogue, and active listening are crucial for a healthy relationship.

—>Respect:

Respecting your partner's boundaries, opinions, and personal space is fundamental.

—>Support:

Being emotionally available, offering encouragement, and celebrating their successes are important.

—>Quality Time:

Prioritizing time together and making an effort to connect, even amidst busy schedules, is vital.

—>Vulnerability:

Sharing your thoughts and feelings, and being open about your vulnerabilities can create a deeper emotional connection.

—>Shared Responsibilities:

Equally sharing emotional labor can foster a balanced partnership.

He has to work a lot.

[choccy-zefirka]

For the first time ask prompt:

Rook of your choice and Emmrich: First fight and how they made up after <3

It's great that Emmrich comes with a pre-packaged argument scene hernhtebevev

I immediately thought of Evaraas, my very first Rook, who came to Emmrich pre-Tearstone Island to present him the amulet of the kadan. 😔 Which they eventually do after they are fished out of the Fade! But Emmrich gets to stew in angst in between, made particularly bad as he remembers Nadia and Elio (the podcast characters, who may not be canon in-game but are in my heart). Elio was also lost in the Fade, and desperately as Nadia tried to reach him, it was too late; he didn't make it.

I actually had fic on the subject, but Tumblr is acting like I never posted it, which I know is not true! I had to copypaste it from AO3, and it took several tries as my app kept crashing (and it is not even as long as another fic I also tried to cross-post in response to another ask!)

Anyway, enjoy some classical Fade prison angst

They hover on the threshold like ghosts. It still feels wrong to disturb Rook's privacy... Even if they are gone. Even if their quarters are empty, and the blue shimmer of the aquarium has never been so cold.

They look the part of ghosts, too, pale and worn down from lack of sleep over several days, nights, whatever Fade units of temporal measurement, of working on the replica dagger. And scrying the vast indifferent void, again and again, for any sign of a familiar presence.

Emmrich in particular is a stark contrast against his usual perfectly groomed self. His hair is in disarray, loose silver strands hanging over bruised, almost feverish eyes; he has misplaced his skull collar pin, and seems not to have bothered buttoning down his shirt, or even changing it, for about as long as he has not bothered to shave his ever-darkening stubble.

Beside him, Lucanis is drifting off to sleep, finally out of his precious coffee; the only thing that keeps him from falling head-first into the leering emptiness of Rook's room, is Spite propping up his limp, tired body.

"Go in!" he snarls through Lucanis' lips, eyes flickering a vivid, impatient purple. "We must search!"

Neve, who has picked a hat with a veil today, to hide the harried shadows on her face, pushes the delicate mesh aside to rub her temples.

"We did agree that a personal article of Rook's would be ideal for establishing a connection. Just like — "

Her sentence hangs in the air — which is still and thick, as though in the anticipation of a thunderstorm that will never erupt in the Fade. She never finishes it. But they all know what she must have meant. Whom she must have meant.

An eternity ago, in another, simpler life, when Solas was just an exciting mystery to chase and the sky still looked mostly normal, all of them, in one way or another, had a run-in with Nadia Carcosa. A haunted young woman from Tevinter, desperately searching for a dear friend, a lover, a man who meant everything to her, as he, too, had gotten trapped in the Fade. Nadia's companion Drayden has since sought them all out and written them letters about how that story ended. They made it through the whole ordeal alive, as did Nadia. Elio, however — the lost soul whose name Nadia called out at night, in broken, wailing sobs... His ending was not a happy one. The Fade did not return what it had swallowed. They all think of it now, suffocating in the stillness; Emmrich claws at his own grave jewelry, knuckles white.

At last, Taash breaks the silence.

"Okay. Think I got a clue."

They shuffle awkwardly past the others, finally breaching that unseen, unspoken barrier. To tread across the same floor where Rook once walked... It must take the same resolve, the same courage, as to step into a dragon's lair.

Once they stand square in the room's middle, Taash inhales deeply, their keen adaari senses picking up the subtle hints of scent that still remain in Rook's wake.

"Shoulda done this sooner; it might have gotten cold..." Taash mutters to themself.

And then, a spark lights up in their eyes — which are just as tired as those of their companions, and a little red around the rim. Though, of course, they will never admit it. Crying is vashedan. And Rook, their big sibling Rook, who understood what it's like to be Qunari and also not, and to struggle with making all parts of their body, their very self, fit right — Rook is not gone like their mother. Taash had not held their body in their arms. So it does not count.

"Oh yeah! There it is!" Taash cries triumphantly. "Metal and leather and still a bit of smoke! I got it!"

With a grin that almost creates an illusion that everything is back to normal, Taash dives into a chest of drawers in the corner, and flourishes their find — a large, curved pendant.

Lucanis' nostrils flare: Spite seems to recognize the scent as well.

"Dragon?" the demon asks, sounding rather... hungry.

Taash nods.

"Yeah! Fangscorcher! Remember the fight we had, huh?"

They run a finger along the leather straps wrapped around the pendant, and their expression softens to a sudden, un-Taash-like sadness.

"I got a trophy from her, and then Rook came along and asked to help with a thing. A Qunari thing. I'm Rivaini, they were — are! — Tevinter, but some Qunari stuff just makes sense. To us both.”

Their brows knit together again, and their gaze snaps back, directly at Emmrich.

"The Qunari have a custom," they say with deliberate slowness, extending their open hand with the pendant.

"When two people want to show how much they mean to each other, they take a dragon's tooth, split it in two, and each keeps a half on them. Always. So — "

They pause; Emmrich slowly raises a shaky hand to his mouth, realization beginning to dawn.

"Rook had one half with them already. This one was meant for you. I think they wanted to give it to you before we sailed to that stupid island, but..."

"...But I made it all about myself and my foolish anxieties," Emmrich whispers, his sleep-deprived gaze dimming with welled-up tears.

"Thought I heard your door slam."

Taash does not break eye contact with him; every angle of their face, their hard-set jaw, is an accusation. But eventually, they catch a breath, and force themself to go on explaining.

"My mother said that this amulet meant to signify a warrior's bond or whatever, but lots of people outside Par Vollen use it to show romantic love. Like..."

Emmrich interjects again; it looks like he is about to double over, and Lucanis slips back into consciousness just long enough to place a supportive hand on his back.

"Like engagement rings. Oh, Rook — "

He raises his hand to meet Taash's, but his fingertips do not quite touch the pendant. Do not quite dare trace the curve of the dragon fang. As if it might strike him with a bolt of punishing magic.

"Rook, my dearest heart... I was too much of a coward to tell you I loved you; I never even apologized for all the things I said that night... And all the while, you had so much faith... in us both... Rook..."

"Hey," Neve approaches him on the other side from Lucanis, and touches his elbow. "You will get to tell them all of this once we find them. This is the perfect conduit: they hold one half, we — you — hold the other. They are bound to call to each other, across the Fade."

Emmrich's lips twitch, and slowly, the tear drops begin to spill.

"Nadia had an engagement ring as well... But she was too late."

"We won't be, though," Taash objects, their voice decisive as the chop of an axe.

"We won't!" Lucanis and Spite insist in unison.

"Come on, Fade expert," says Neve, guiding Emmrich's hand to Taash's and closing his fingers around the pendant.

"Do what you do best."

[ruins-of-a-lover]

Hello! I was the person who requested a previous prompt and I love how you wrote it! If it's not too much trouble, may I request a part two? :D thanks alot!!

I gotchuuuu! <3

Part 1

The Lies of Heroism Pt. 2

The Villain woke with a gasp, springing up to a sitting position, which she quickly regretted when a searing pain shot from her side.

"Hey, hey, easy, you'll rip your stitches." The Hero quickly approached the bed she was lying in. He gently pushed on her shoulders to make her lie back down.

She felt her blood begin to boil. That was a deliciously familiar feeling she'd learn to welcome over the past three years since she learned of his betrayal.

Like any good Villain, she was deemed evil before the breakup, but afterwards, oh, she was a force to be reckoned with. She became the reason the citizens locked their doors. She became the reason people went missing. She couldn't be called morally gray anymore. No, she was the definition of evil and rage.

She felt that rage every time she looked in the mirror, every time she was reminded of him, of what he'd done, of the lies she fell for.

She glared up at the hero, "Get. Away. From. Me."

"Villain, look, I'm sorry, okay? I know we ended things on a bad note, but--"

"On a bad note? A. bad. note!? You lied to me! You betrayed me!"

He sank to his knees at the side of the bed, his hands clasped together, pleading. Almost as if he were praying, "Villain, I swear I-" His voice cracked at his eyes glistened with unshed tears, "I swear I never meant to hurt you, I-"

"You never meant to hurt me!? You thought lying to me wouldn't hurt me? You thought using me wouldn't hurt me?"

He was practically begging at this point, "No, I mean, yes, I-" He sighed, "Listen, I love you, Villain."

She scoffed, "You know, you told me that once and I actually believed it. I'm not making the same mistake twice." She turned her back to him and he sighed.

"I'm sorry." He whispered and sat back in his chair, ashamed and broken, too.

But we all know Heroes can't break, can they?

part 3

[clutching-our-plurals]

Can you explain your stance on endos a bit more? /genq, we can't tell what your stance is, and we LOVE hearing about others with more nuanced stances! Plurality is too complicated of a topic to be fully anti or pro endo imo, nuance is the way to go!

Absolutely! I have no idea how long this has been sitting in our askbox collecting dust because I have no memory of getting it, but hopefully it hasn't been long! Lmao.

You are incredibly right about plurality being too complex to simply say "yeah endos exist" or "yeah no they don't," hard agree.

The nuances of our beliefs actually deviate a little from person to person in our system, some of us have our own little theories and opinions, but here are some things we all agree on:

1. Endogenic formation probably isn't a thing.

2. If the common summary of current research one day shows definitively that it is? We'd be totally chill with that.

3. regardless of whether endogenic system formation is real, harassing or fakeclaiming ANYONE is revolting behavior. I don't wanna see nobody doing that shit. Cause I'll call ya out.

4. I am civil with endos and will not invalidate their experience of plurality because my own beliefs. Will I debate with an endo? Totally, if they initiate first. If an endo says something incorrect about plurality will i correct them? Yes. Will I go and call somebody names and shit over being an Endo? No. People identifying as Endo does not affect me, or you, for that matter.

Okay. As for the more detailed thoughts, you can have those beneath the cut. ⬇️⬇️⬇️

So there seems to be two schools of thought within endogenic circles.

A. I am endogenic and disordered

B. I am endogenic and experiencing functional multiplicity.

I believe this discrepancy can simply be explained by endos not realizing that they have trauma on account of having the "don't remember, be plural" disorder. A truly shocking side effect of having a disorder that separates parts of the brain with literal amnesia, the "don't remember" disorder, is that you... don't remember!

Also, if you are familiar with the dearly beloved Elizabeth Kübler-Ross, the first stage of grief is denial. When you are traumatized at a young age, you grieve a lot of things. A childhood, your sense of normalcy, your ability to live life without fear? You grieve. That is okay. It is never wrong to grieve, my friends.

To put my own system forward as an example: I, as our host, did not know where the system came from for many, many years.

I will try and keep this vague for you, but this is a conversation about domestic abuse, please skip to the next word in RED if you do not want to read that.

As terrifying as it is, I know I may only know part of the story, even now. Before I knew what we were, I had been denying the domestic abuse I witnessed at home, and the abuse I had been subjected to myself within that home, as I had accepted those things as a normal part of my home life.

There were also great portions of my suffering that I didn't remember at all. The worst, most identifiable parts of the abuse I faced were completely wiped from my memory. How was I meant to know? Easy! I was not.

Were we endogenic because I did not remember? No, of course not. We just... didn't remember. And if you don't remember, how will you know that you don't remember?

RED

So, do endogenic systems exist? More than likely, no.

But, do they deserve disrespect and subjugation for believing they are endogenic? No, absolutely not. That's just ridiculous. Denial, is part of grief. Not remembering, is part of who and what we all are. Why would we deny someone's experience of plurality over experiencing the goddamned symptoms of it? Do y'all hear how stupid that sounds? Everyone firestarting over this is making us all look like fools.

Should endogenics be in system spaces?

Complex question, but I appreciate that about the question. Is it beneficial to endogenics to be in plural spaces, yes! The sooner they are exposed to nuanced opinions and fellow plural folks, the sooner they're likely to realize that not knowing where their system came from isn't necessarily causation, it's correlation.

Is it beneficial to traumagenics for endos to be in plural spaces? Probably not. These people are in a state of denial, and most traumagenics are looking to achieve a state of acceptance with their plurality. They don't need people in stage one holding them back.

Or maybe... the real problem isn't that at all... maybe it's more complex than just... people considering themselves traumagenic or endo...

I'm gonna spoil it for you: It's kids.

The issue isn't traumagenics vs endos, it's kids who are unable to process or form complex opinions vs adults who can. (Endo kids and traumagenic kids) Kids need to stay out of system spaces. I don't wanna see you in a space about mental health that isn't 1 on 1 with your therapist unless you are 16 years of age or older!

A. If you're younger than 13 you really can't tell all that well if you're plural or not. Your brain is still putting that shit together!

B. If you're 13 or older... you're a child! You don't need to be announcing that you are in a vulnerable mental state on the internet! You're. going. to get. Groomed. People. Are. The worst!

I would just like to say that even if you're 16 or older, you need to watch yourself in spaces like these. You are not mature. You are not the smartest in the room. You do not have the high ground, Anakin. That comes from a place of the utmost love and 20/20 hindsight, not a place of superiority or "holier than thou" attitude, I promise.

Are full grown adults (25-28 is when your brain is finished, so we'll call that full grown) also incredibly stupid sometimes? Yes. Do they have no excuse? Also yes. Will we always have people who can't form a nuanced opinion based off of fact in spaces online? Again, yes.

So what do we do about that? Block. Button. Use your block button as the Tumblr gods intended, people, please!

That's pretty much my whole stance on it. Feel free to drop more questions in my ask, no question is a dumb question, no question is too specific or too niche.

[zeldareference]

MALINK RAHHH!!!! can u guys guess my fav oot ship,.. or my fav oot character,,, bet u cant aha…

anyway lil bonus under the cut :3

cremia doodle!! drew dis mostly cus i js wanted to draw the physical differences between malon n cremia but it looks kinda rough sssso

[babyblankyerror]

He always knew his mom was special, a psychic maybe. She would try hide it behind silly lies from time to time but Stanley knew it was to get the money off those poor folks- still, he always believed her when she predicted things for him, even if it was dinner (which she would be making anyway).

When he asked her if he had any powers like her, she said no. Her face twitching in a similar look she often gave their Pa when he raised his hand at her...

Stanley tried not to feel too bummed put about it- Ford was a genius with six fingers, his mother some cool witch, Shermie is pratically a hero...Stanley....the only thing special about him is how amazingly stupid dumb he is.

Still- he always knew he'd find his people! Suck it dad!

Standing here, laughing with a group of strangers that all seem captivated by his charm and jokes, Stanley feels right at home. So what if his own home and family didn't want him no more? Stan could just make his own home and family right now!

Gravity Falls is a small town but it's a town where everyone knows him and loves him. His own little family- he has cousins like the lady at the diner, grandparents like the couple in the grocery store- heck! He even has a recently rich uncle called Northwest and a weird uncle like the ugly guy that likes dancing! So screw the Pines!! (He misses Ford so much...)

Stanford dragged his assistant to town, much to his pleasant surprise- the assistant barely had time to joke about how he's finally leaving his lab to meet the town's people before realising that, yes, it is about the 'weird thing' the town kept talking about that Fiddleford mentioned.

"They're all...acting odd" his friend confirmed as they entered the diner. People gathered around a single table and Fiddleford points out each weird behaviour- the northwest wouldn't be caught dead in the diner, the police man was a workaholic and wouldn't take a break like he is now and the lady from the diner certainly never served pancakes after 2pm...

As they neared the table, the strangest thing was who was at the centre of their adored attention: Stanley, his brother.

(Or: Stanley does have powers, his mother fears them because they're powerful and she thinks by not mentioning it then it's nothing to worry about- Spoiler: it is something to worry about.

Stanley has no idea he's, quite literally, controlling people to love him)

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I think I'm qualified to answer? (born after 2000)

I feel like it depends on the person a bit. In some ways I think the show holds up very well to today's standards, in other ways the show may have aged poorly such as Tish's parents being sort of a possible stereotype or not really an "accurate" (like she comes from a fictional country I think) portrayal of immigrants even if they see portrayed in a positive light and are meant to be endearing. Other things date the show like the technology, the amount of freedom the kids have to just roam around in public etc. Or, even the fashion trends and the school norms and what jokes thru the dialogue were able to get passed the censors or what would have be considered "too smart" now. Maybe even the economic aspect and the fact the kids take public transportation as well.

In many ways I think the show aged pretty well compared to other Disney shows of the time and what came prior. I think that's because of the "pro social" themes the creator wanted to add to the show. The lessons are still fitting and many of the jokes would hold up with kids today IMO, and I think kids would still benefit from watching a show.

Dated doesn't always meen bad, but it's something to always consider when watching a piece of media. That it's "of it's time".

However, there are some aspects that are unique to that enviorment one would have grown up in at the time or at least from a writer's perspectives (possibly Gen X/Boomer/early millenial) and that dates a show.

If the show was made today, I think it would look and sound a lot different. There might have been an emphasis more on the cultural backgrounds of the characters so that kids can feel represented. I think there may be more emphasis on certain things for sure. I also think less shows have a "casual hangout" feel. Would be a very dialouge driven show but less emphasis on realism. The culture of the location (Bahia Bay/San Diego) would be different too, probably.

Also, in my opinion "tweenhood" has changed so rapidly in the past 25 years or so. There's the late 90s tweenhood which focused on becoming a teenager and hanging out with your friends, there's the early mid 2000s sort of Lizzie Mcguire/Braceface sort of tweenhood- then the later stereotype leaning younger of being a tween = going to Limited Too and getting the fuzzy pens or something lol, much younger. I'd say tweenhood does exist, but many people percieve it as a part of childhood or just being in your early teens. When there is a life transition 3-4 year between childhood and your teens that sort of happens in a blink in you'll miss it way. Also, the way adults percieve children affects it a lot and how kids percieve what "growing up" looks like. I also feel like kids would be comfortable identifying as tweens rather than "preteens". Like, I think it almost has the same connotation as "grownups"... immature, try hard. I think we need more media focused on this age group 11-13 that is realistic and such. Especially ones that are nuanced, as more people who truly acknowledge the "tween" age group as an actual one and not a concept slip away every 4 years or so.

I feel like more modern examples of shows like The Weekenders for the intended audience would be

-Andi Mack (just on the premise and presentation)

-Craig of the Creek (has kids explore and play but is still modern, kids have curfew. all ages show but very much close to the "modern" childhood)

-Hailey's on It (young teen focused imo 14- but seems to be for tweens explores the first crush, tales place in California, relationships, realistic late gen Z kids)

-Gravity Falls (for it's humor and letting the kids be distinctly tweens, not just young kids, as well as the setting and time being relevant to the show.)

-Big City Greens (more of a fish out of water story, but has hangout subplots between young kids and they even go to a community center)

I feel like if you combined these shows together you'd get a modern TW.

Do you think a show like The Weekenders would be able to hold up today?

By saying ‘Would it be able to hold up today’ do you mean if I believe that the show could be still considered relevant if it premiered (or just aired) recently instead of early 2000? If I understand correctly (if I don’t, please let me know) I have to admit that it’s hard for me to give a definite answer. While I do believe that the show was and still is very progressive and so far ahead of its time, I’m not even sure if now is its time. Considering that it was slice-of-life, the only thing I’m certain of is that it was pitched for its ideal era: 1990-2000 was the best period for shows that dealt with similar themes like Hey Arnold!, As Told By Ginger or Pepper Ann. Speaking of today, I’m not sure that similar-themed shows could get greenlighted by any of the major animation networks. It seems like slice-of-life shows are defunct, which is why I am not sure it would work today, despite I bet that the witty, sarcastic and ‘spicy’ tone of the show could be definitely appreciated by newer generations.